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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Daryl_Dixon/Beth_Greene
  Character:
      Daryl_Dixon, Beth_Greene
  Additional Tags:
      Teenage_Daryl, highschool, Semi-Public_Sex, Alternate_Universe_-_No
      Zombies, Bethyl_Smut_Week, prompt, unprotected_sex
  Series:
      Part 4 of Bethyl_Smut_Week_Prompts_-_January_2016
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-12 Words: 1753
****** Vixen in Disguise (Daddy's Little Girl and She's All Mine) ******
by Abelina
Summary
     She’s sweet, alright, smiles like the sun, loves her Daddy and she
     does have that heart of gold, but she’s a naughty little vixen all
     wrapped up in the body of the Girl Next Door and she’s the best
     fucking thing that’s ever happened to him. Beth and Daryl in
     highschool.  
     Based on a prompt. Written for Bethyl Smut Week on tumblr
Notes
     Anonymous said:
     Teen bethyl either they're getting hot and heavy under bleachers
     during a football game OR they are at a party at a lake and get sexy
     in the lake with people close by. The idea of being almost a caught
     is pretty dang sexy to me
     Please note that the underage warning applies to Beth, whose age is
     officially unstated, but she's a sophomore in highschool. Daryl's a
     senior.
See the end of the work for more notes
Daryl Dixon is a nobody, a good for nothing redneck from a broken home. At
least that’s what folks say, the same folks who’ll tell you that Beth Greene is
a sweet Georgia peach, Daddy’s good girl with a pretty smile and a heart of
gold. 
And it’s true about him, sure as fuck is, but Beth? She’s sweet, alright,
smiles like the sun, loves her Daddy and she does have that heart of gold, but
she’s a naughty little vixen all wrapped up in the body of the Girl Next Door
and she’s the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to him. 
They’ve been dancing around this for years. Since she literally was the girl
next door, those years he lived with Otis and Patricia until his old man got
locked up and his ma got clean. She was a trouble-maker then, batting her eyes
and getting away with everything under the sun, Daddy’s good girl and all no
matter that she was always to blame. And she dragged him along on adventure
after adventure until he moved back to the trailer with Ma. Until he got to
high school and left her behind. 
Behind but not forgotten, because a girl like Beth Greene has a habit of
sticking solid inside of your head. And she might be a freshman and he a
junior, but the moment he sees her again the years fade away. She’s no longer
that spunky little girl, she’s this beautiful goddess in a tiny sundress and a
radiant smile, but she’s so delighted to see him, and he her, that they might
as well be kids again. 
They laugh like they are, though adventures now are more daring than then, and
they spend the entire year pretending they don’t know where this is going even
though they both do. Even though her friends think she’s crazy for attaching
herself to the likes of Daryl Dixon, and his friends shake their heads and tell
him he’s completely fucked. Which he is, his head all turned around and his
cock in a perpetual state of at least half hard, from this whirlwind of a girl
who he doesn’t deserve.
But Beth doesn’t care what he thinks about that, and when summer comes she
sticks around, spends long lazy days at his side, sometimes with friends but
mostly just the the two of them. Driving just to drive. Getting lost in the
woods. Milkshakes and fries at Peletier’s like they’re sweethearts in some
1950’s movie. She sneaks out of bed beneath the cover of darkness, meets him on
the road. They lie in the back of his truck and watch the stars, go skinny
dipping in the pond or in someone else’s swimming pool after hopping the fence.
They get drunk and hit golfballs off make-out point and giggle about it later
when they overhear people complaining of broken windows. They stay out until
the sun comes up and she sleepwalks through her chores until she can get away
again, and they spend lazy afternoons napping in a tangle of limbs in whatever
hiding place they can find. 
Then school starts again, senior year for him and sophomore for her, and
they’re still dancing around it even if they both know. Everyone knows even if
they ain’t done much more than kissing when they’re drunk. He doesn’t play
football despite the width of his shoulders and she doesn’t cheer despite how
cute she looks in a short skirt, but they still go watch the game every Friday
night. His friends and her friends and them two in the middle, and she sits on
his lap and pretends not to notice that he’s hard beneath her but of course she
does, her and her September sundresses. And she cheers like the team’s biggest
fan but also curses with a mouth like a fucking sailor, and it sometimes gets
her kicked out of the game but they always sneak back in anyway. 
She’s in fiery spirits tonight, fiery spirits and a little white sundress, and
the ref makes a call she does not like. She lets him have it and of course,
she’s gotta go, there’s Coach Douglas and Mr. Horvath and before they can get a
word out she’s already dragging him away, running along the sidelines like
she’s going to leave the field, but he knows better. Doesn’t miss a step when
she hauls him under the bleachers. They run into the middle, where they can
peer out between the shoes of their friends and keep watching, like they’ve
done so many times until the coast is clear and they can sneak back out. Only
this time she grabs him by the shirt and hauls him to her, kisses him hard.
Shoves her tongue between his lips and coaxes his out to play. He clutches at
her, feels the heat of her body beneath that tiny little dress as he kisses her
back. Pushes hard into her belly until she moans into his mouth, shoves him
down and straddles his lap and kisses the breath out of him.  Grinds against
him until they’re both shaking. 
He knows where this is going. They both do. They’ve been dancing around this
for so long but not anymore. She’s even warmer beneath the dress, her thighs
and her hips and her belly, smooth soft skin that’s hot enough to burn. And she
stares at him with those big blue eyes when he cups her through her panties,
white cotton already soaked through, grinds herself against the heel of his
hand and gasps when he presses in with his fingers. Gasps again when he pulls
the cotton aside and slips his fingers in, parts her swollen lips and explores
her. She’s so fucking wet, so fucking hot, and he coats his fingers in her
juices and doesn’t understand why they waited so long to do this. 
Beth’s teeth scrape against his neck when he pushes into her, two thick fingers
that make her shudder and moan and clench around him. Circles her clit with his
thumb until she’s rolling her hips into his hand and breathing out strings of
words all begging him to keep going. 
“Yes, oh, God, yes,” she moans, her words a buzz against his neck. “I’m gonna
come, Daryl. I’m—ohhh—you’re gonna make me come.”
He does. She does, and she’s beautiful. Throws her head back, hair cascading
behind her like a golden waterfall, bends back like a bowstring and cries out
his name as the crowd cheers. 
Touchdown! Touchdown!
As the field goal’s made, Beth unbuttons his jeans. Lowers his zipper and pulls
out his cock and stokes him slow. Pulls her panties to the side again and rubs
herself with him, both of them shuddering with it. 
And he can’t stand it anymore. He’s waited so long. He needs to be inside her
and he says all of that out loud. 
Beth flashes him a grin, that same radiant smile that stole his heart all those
years ago, and lowers herself down onto his cock, buries him in her unbearable
heat. 
“Oh, Beth,” he whispers, as his hands find her hips. 
She’s already moving, already setting them up with a maddeningly slow rhythm,
forehead pressed to his and her arms tight across his shoulders. She feels
so good and he ain’t gonna last but he doesn’t care. 
And Beth giggles, giggles and moans and tugs at his hair as she rides him. As
she grinds herself on him like no Good Girl should know how to do, and he
doesn’t care that she’s done this before because she’s with him now. And
they’ve been dancing around it and now they’re dancing through it. He pushes up
into her, tugs her down with his hands on her waist, wonders idly whether
anyone up there can hear them. She’s all raspy words and sharp little cries and
he’s rumbling moans and muttered curses and they’re not quiet, not at all, and
they could be caught any minute and he does. Not. Care. 
Not when Beth slams herself on him until he bottoms out, squeezes him with her
cunt as she lifts back up so, so slowly, until he’s almost all the way out.
Hovers there just long enough for his fingers to tighten, desperate to pull her
to him, before she shoves back down and does it all again. 
“Daryl,” she moans, and it’s shaky. Shaky and desperate and he knows what she
needs. 
He slicks up his fingers, tickles her entrance where she’s stretched around his
cock and pulls out a ragged string of unintelligible words. Makes steady firm
circles on her swollen clit until she struggles to keep up her rhythm. She’s a
tiny thing with a narrow waist and he grips her hip and keeps her going, keeps
them both going, thrusts up into her as she shoves onto him, feels the flutters
like a tremor through her belly, through her cunt and into his cock what seems
like ages before she falters. Before she arches again just like she did before.
He fucks her through it. Drives up into her as she falls apart around him, as
she screams his name like nobody’s listening, his radiant goddess, his vixen in
disguise, coming and coming and coming  so hard she’s sobbing by the end.
Daryl. Daryl. Oh, God, Daryl. Yes. Yes. Oh my god. Yes. 
He explodes and she cries out again, shudders and shakes and milks every last
drop out of him, and it’s stupid and reckless and perfect, spilling himself so
deep inside her, but he doesn’t care. Consequences be damned, he doesn’t care.
They collapse after, covered in sweat and come, a sleepy pile of Beth and Daryl
and he doesn’t know, anymore, where he ends and she begins.
Beth noses as his neck. Licks at the sweat gathered there as she curls up with
him, not caring at all about the dirt beneath them staining her little white
dress or the crowd above who maybe heard it all. Who could venture down here
any minute and catch them in the aftermath. He pulls her close and hums softly,
pets her hair and stokes her hip and lets her play. He knows without a doubt
that this sweet Georgia peach is the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to
him. 
He’s a no good redneck and she’s Daddy’s good girl, but he’s hers, and she’s
his, and he ain’t ever letting her go.
End Notes
     I... don't do AUs. But I kind of liked this one, even if they're
     pretty OOC.
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